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Another. the bartender asks yes I replied staring at the empty glass trying not but thinking about my dead son. drink after drink but i cant forget till.
A silence fell over the library; the candles flames emitted a constant glow as Gabriella adjusted herself in her chair and began.
Feeling you're being watched, It's someone from above. Someone lost close to your heart, Someone that you love. The suns bright glow, Is a message of kind.
I tried that morning, to hide the cuts the cement created on my shoulders and wrists and knees. Long boarding was the best way for me to communicate with the dead boy even if I payed with the pain.
(Okay, this isn’t one of the normal “demons burning skins” or “ghost protecting me” stories, but I don’t know what happened, so I’m getting your thoughts … here I go.) I’m just a simple 16-year-old...